Bluetiful

Crayola please don't sue me, I just want to write fanfiction about a hot guy

[blue3e3e]

This was definitely not a hookup...

Leon Kennedy x Reader NSFW

There is no story to this I'm sorry I was just horny and lonely

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Your back was tucked into his chest sideways on the bed, your leg pulled up to your rib. Leon had looped his bicep around your thigh and held onto your shoulder like a lock, keeping you nice and open, ready. Sweet nothing fazed past your ears while he kissed around your neck and nape oddly affectionately, breathing almost in perfect rhythm like this wasn't fazing him at all. But you knew better.

His hips moved in time to meet yours, agonisingly slow but undeniably loving...

That wasn't right...

You tilted your head back and parted your lips, reaching behind you to grip his dirty blonde hair as you felt his hand glide down to massage your chest.

"Fuck..." you whispered under your breath. Leon hummed in response, gradually increasing his speed the more you expressed your pleasure. Groans then escaped him for the first time tonight, and your leg that was assisted in being lifted abruptly fell as he faulted. You blinked unexpectedly.

You were in the middle of turning your head, ready to ask why he'd stopped, right when it was getting good. Fortunately for you, Leon shuffled to hover over you instead, forearms caging you in beside your head as he started to roll against you again, faster, and not even daring to look away from you. He almost seemed hypnotised.

You instinctively lifted your knees up beside his hips, holding onto his biceps like handlebars as he did you good, struggling to keep your eyes open to stare right back at him, "Hm... Leon-" You moaned, "Yeah- shit... keep holding onto me, just like that..." He whispered.

You continued to do so, obviously, the sounds bouncing off the walls from you two only becoming lewder. You broke the eye contact with involuntary blinks of pleasure rather than want. God, you could look at his blue eyes all day if you got paid to do it... well you'd do it for free too but that's beside the point.

Leon tilted his head down with a rasp whimper, kissing along your chest while pounding into you like it was first, not second, nature. "God, you feel so good..."

"Don't stop... hm..." You managed to breathe out, "I'm- I'm gonna come... Leon..." Your words only seemed to spur him on more, his arms and hands tensing to cradle your head, skin slapping against each other. He kissed your chest sloppily until he latched onto a nipple and silently acknowledged you, "Mhm..."

He didn't need to say anything or act cocky, he knew what he did to you... and secretly, he was trying to keep it together too.

Your back arched at the extra pleasure of his tongue swirling around the most sensitive part of your chest. Breaths and moans suddenly poured out of you faster, louder, mouth parting more and more until finally your body caved in to the feeling. Your voice rung out like a siren and your legs trembled as you pulsed around him, barely noticing him slowly taper off from his own high with a slew of quiet groans and mutters. "Ugh fuck..."

You breathed against each other for a minute, it was intimate.

Too intimate.

Leon slowly raised his head from your chest, pushing himself up on his hands. Your grip slid down his arms and coasted off while he breathed steady... well, as steady as he possibly could. He faintly shook his head and grabbed your hands in retaliation to pulling back, wrapping them around his neck before rolling over to pull you onto him like a body pillow. His hands gently traced up and down your sides.

You kept your hands around him, caressing his skin with one of your thumbs soothingly as you watched looked up at him. He looked timid, smaller than usual, only glancing at you below his irises while he kept his head parallel to the ceiling. He softly spoke against the hum of the AC, "... thanks, I really needed this."

You smiled tightly and pecked between his collarbones, "I know. Of course I know."

You smiled tightly and pecked between his collarbones, "I know. Of course I know."

"No I mean seriously-" "Yeah I know, Leon."

"I don't think you do."

... You stared blankly.

His torso shook underneath you as he silently chuckled unsurely, "... same time tomorrow?"

"When have I ever said no?"

[blue3e3e]

Gas Prices

Leon Kennedy x Reader

It wasn't your first time having your arms wrapped around Leon S. Kennedy.

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This so-called stoic agent had offered you a ride the first time you expressed interest in his baby, his motorbike. One day had gone by like a flickering flame, you barely remembered the files you were handling or the classified documents that had you queasy at every read as you archived them continuously. Working on the same floor as Leon was usually more eventful, being part of the DSO came with more gossip than the average person might realise… but all that had happened was three coffees, ten too long bathroom breaks, and stinging eyes as you finally waved the building goodbye, already prepared to fall face first on your mattress.

Seven o'clock. Seven nineteen to be exact. You were taken aback by the weather, or maybe it was the wind that whipped in the air from a vehicle passing right at the front door, totally not hazardous whatsoever. You were going to walk to your car, until you noticed who it was, what is was…

Leon, on a bike. His 90's boyband hairstyle was recognisable from any angle and it didn't take long for you to start ogling… his bike. Not him. But that beautiful shiny bike. You just stared for a moment, and soon-to-realise fortunately for you, he had immediately stopped after it registered that he sped past a civilian, taking a quick glace back to make sure no one got hurt.

Typical.

His eyes met yours, but your eyes met the gleam of the paint, so he followed your gaze… and a tiny smirk arouse. "Want a ride?" He asked. You paused everything, "…What? On that you mean-" he cut you off with a barely noticeable shrug, "Yeah."

You lit up, a smile rising to your cheeks, suddenly you weren't as tired as you thought. You nodded as you walked up to him, this was the closest you had ever been to an agent, or specifically, him. Leon handed you a helmet that was tucked behind the back, you took it slowly, contemplating your words, "Look, I know you're being nice and all but… I don't plan to look like a loser." His face was mixed between amusement and disbelief, "Come on, don't be ridiculous-" "This is gonna make me look ridiculous-" You retorted.

He threw his hands up as he took the helmet back, he did not feel like arguing today. You hopped on the seat him after he patted it like a baby's behind, then grabbed your arms and hooked them around his torso himself as he muttered, "hold tight." You tensed for a split second before hugging him accordingly… damn, he was beefier than you thought.

"Next time… maybe wear a helmet yourself so I wouldn't feel so left out." You said sassily. He kicked off the gravel and slowly began to accelerate, "next time?" He raised an eyebrow, he didn't even need to elaborate - he knew what he was doing, smug motherfucker. You furrowed your brows just enough for him to notice and leaned your head closer to his ear to speak over the wind, but no counter came to mind, simply glaring softly against his peripheral.

The corners of his lips lifted, and you took the opportunity spoke before he could say anything, "No introduction needed."

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"You know how people say that you'll meet the one when you least expect it?… I mean it's still bullshit but I will admit maybe they were onto something." You talked to Leon's ear.

A year later, complicated feelings, free drinks and free rides led you to this, a relationship with Leon. Something you'd once considered impossible.

You had your arms wrapped around him closely now, feeling along his torso as you idled at a red light. Leon leaned back into your touch, turning his head to look at you in the radiant sunrise, "That's surprising," he said. "What's surprising?" "You never admit to anything." You scoffed lightly, puffing your cheeks and smushing it against his shoulder. "Shush."

He hummed pleased, "Yes ma'am." The traffic light flashed green, Leon held onto one of your hands as he steered the bike around the corner, heading down the highway to a quieter road travelling along the mountain side. You both liked to go on rides early in the morning, just another way to spend time together before the day crashed down on you again. Leon eventually cruised calmly along a straight road, relaxing his shoulders as he stared out on the horizon.

You turned to rest your chin forward on his shoulder, watching him closely but absentmindedly through the side mirror, your eyes half lidded… he caught you, his own softening as he pressed his lips together to hide his smile. He quickly pecked your temple a few times before focusing back on the road, "Don't go falling asleep now, I'm not holding you this time." You pecked his cheek back, "don't tempt me, maybe I need some more TLC."

He shook his head slightly as he chuckled, "You're spoilt."

Another couple minutes go by in silence until something came over you.

Was it all the movies you had been watching?

Was it the risk alluring you?

Maybe you weren't awake enough to think clearly.

You held tightly onto his shoulders and made your move. You carefully maneuvered around Leon's hips, shifting until you were sitting on his thighs in the front. The bike trembled as he attempted to stabilise it, eyes widening in surprise until finally you had stopped moving to look right at him. His gaze shifted between you and the road ahead, shaking his head again, "This is dangerous," he murmured, but he didn't look all that upset. "You drive drunk, I'm sure you can handle a girl," you grinned almost mockingly in his face.

"A beautiful girl," you expanded, "beautiful lady," Leon corrected.

He exhaled a chuckle as he leaned in, "You're stupid."

His lips met yours in a rush, but the kiss itself was slow, impactful. He coasted 20, way below the speed limit for his personal taste, keeping his eyes opened ever so slightly. As much as he loved you, he was not idiotic enough to let something happen to you over a reckless kiss. You leaned further into him as you tilted your head, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist, breaking the kiss momentarily just to end up taking more.

One of Leon's hands glided against your back, feeling along the bones of your spine. His body heated along with your own, emitting enough to feel the pleasure coming from both of you, you kept lapping at each others tongues softly until the bike stopped moving…

Wait, the bike stopped moving?

You both immediately broke apart like your future kids had caught you, listening to the tank sporadically try to use up the air inside it like fuel.

"…Oh shit." You whispered. "Oh shit is right-" Leon unhooked you from around him, setting you down onto the bike to crank the steer stopper. He stood silently, his eyebrows tightening in that how you like to say, sexy intellectual way. He took out his phone and sent a quick message, you leaned forward slightly to glance at the name.

"Um… don't worry someone will come," He began to say, "Someone?" You deadpanned. "Okay and that someone may be a whole chopper, so what?" You exhaled, you couldn't contain it, you had to laugh as you facepalmed, "Oh my fucking god, Leon. I told you to put fuel in it-"

He immediately kissed you again, one hand on your cheek, the other on the seat right next to your behind, practically threatening to touch you. You could feel his cheeks going taught as he tried to keep composure, "But we don't have to rush now."

You attempted to speak out but were muffled by his insistence, "Leon-!… We-… mmm…"

"Shhh…"